#huuuge wip

[kandulce]

This is for the iz fic Final Exam by PatchworkPoltergeist plEASEE read it!!

[colderdrafts]

1: Pilot

They say the matter of the collision between worlds, known as 'The Great Assembly', was the start of a new beginning.

New beginnings are a language familiar to you, though you've found yourself somewhat at a stale period of your life. So when you're offered an opportunity to break out of the routine for a bit you happily accept. After all, new beginnings are also new opportunities.

For you this means some new friends, an unreasonably hostile naga that seemingly despises you and the uncertainties of loss.

Gender neutral reader x monster (male naga). sfw. Next

The beginning of a new world order twenty years past, known as 'The great assembly', has caused not only a lot of issues, but also a lot of opportunities. The human condition and what it means to be a sentient person had changed forever, since two worlds collided and were combined into one. There had never prior to the great assembly been consequent proof of parallel universes, however when yours and the monster one collided on a twist of universal fate, all prior scientific hypothesis on the matter were even proven right, wrong, or rewritten.

For the assembly had happened, and the two worlds that collided proved to be similar enough that it allowed for minimal changes in physical place and geography - however the spaces used by people inhabiting those places were changed for good. Creatures of all shapes and sizes, of myth, of old folk tales, of regular fantasy suddenly became a reality. The media was at an outrage, telling of homes being suddenly 'invaded by monsters'.

That counted for both sides.

Humans have always had numerous perspectives, stories, legends, myths going on monsterfolk in all shapes and sizes - and the world, or well, your world, soon learned that the same was true for monsterfolk on humans. It seemed no matter the content, category, popularity of a human-written story, there was a monster-written counterpart, down to every last bit of literature. The great assembly was cause for an enormous influx in art of all kinds, and a gigantic population boom. The calamity that followed of rearranging the entire infrastructure of society was no less than an impossible challenge, and multiple fights, protests and political scandals ensued, while every single sentient being adjusted to their new reality.

The world, as a result, got a whole lot bigger.

In present time, things are more or less back to a regular state. There's still crime, fights and war, there's still love, education and work. Inter-species relationships can be as strained as they can be friendly, and there's still a shared general consensus of what constitutes a 'good' vs a 'bad' person. Some prefer to live in the urban, some prefer to live in the rural. Some work desk jobs, some are retailers, some are in school, and some are on the streets. The assembly didn’t care what race you are or where you live - everyone gets the same standing point in existence.

But most of all, the people of the world, monster or human, strive for a regular, fulfilling life.

So here you are, a desk jockey in a financial company with a non-fulfilling life, but not knowing how earn a wage to survive if you quit, and not knowing how to apply for something different. You job is secure, and you're not worried financially. Your office mates consists of a large mix of both humans and monsterfolk, and for all intends and purposes, it's a normal work environment. Sure, your minotaur manager sometimes bumps his horn on the door frames, the gnoll assistant always leaves papers they hand you with small accidental scratchmarks from their claws, and the interior design is shifting to accommodate people much larger and smaller than the regular human. But the working day, hours and hierarchy structure remains the same.

You're at your desk typing away when Irwin, a human coworker and, forced upon you, your closest friend, peeks up over your computer screen.

"Psst," he whispers in mock subtlety. "Pssst, hey. I got you an offering."

Irwin is a lean guy of average height, sporting an undercut and a nose ring. He's only a year older than you, though he often uses this fact to utilize a 'small vulnerable young coworker'-approach when addressing you. All in good fun, of course.

His desk is the one in a cubicle right in front of yours, and this isn’t the first time he’s used your close proximity to his advantage.

You cog an eyebrow at him. "That usually means you have some paperwork you want me to look at."

He dramatically puts a hand over his chest and gasps. "Why I'd never - can a guy not offer his precious office buddy a gift?" he feigns hurt, looking dejectedly at the floor.

"You can't. There's always a catch with you," you roll your eyes at him, but don't hide the smile on your face.

Irwin's always been one to get behind on work, but he's genuinely a nice person, albeit goofy and unstructured. How he's thriving in a desk job is beyond you.

"I want - to give you this!" he proudly presents a USB key. "The whole season of the mon version of that weird show you like so much. IF," he makes a show of holding the key just out of your reach, despite you not even reaching for it, "you look over the numbers on this sheet to make sure I got it right."

You groan. "Again? Really Irwin, have some faith in your abilities, I know you can do math!"

"Last time you saved me from returning 5000 bucks to the wrong customer! I'm paranoid, okay?" he leans over your desk. "And you're so good at it! You catch everything!"

You notice the calamity has earned a few stray looks from your office mates, who all seem to glance your way in amusement. This isn't the first time Irwin has been at your feet like this, effectively branding himself as the office clown. You wouldn't mind, if it didn't mean he consistently insisted on pulling you into his shenanigans. Out the corner of your eye you spot your manager Barney coming down the hallway. You'll need to get rid of Irwin fast to avoid an earful.

"Irwin -" you warn.

He catches the direction of your look and smiles dastardly.

"Pretty please? It's HD~" he tries to sell it, nonchalantly waving the key in front of you, staring with puppy eyes.

You sigh. It's not that you're actually particularly interested in the show he's downloaded for you. You've only told him a few weeks ago you were watching the hum version, and in passing mentioned you wondered what the mon version would look like. You do however find it quite endearing he noticed and remembered.

Even if it's for his own nefarious gain of getting out of paperwork.

"Hand me the USB," you relent finally.

Irwin beams at you. "You're the absolute best-test in the world!"

"I know. And you're a terrible co-worker."

"Oh, the WORST, absolutely horrendous, rude and disrespectful. I don't know why you put up with me, but I am eternally grateful."

"You're taking advantage of them being too nice, Irwin," comes a rumbling voice.

You look back to see Barney, in all his imposing glory, standing at the cubicle next to yours, and you try not to jump in surprise.

How did he get here so fast and silently on those hooves?

Barney stands about two meters, with horns and face of a jersey bull, and crosses his arms over his massive chest. You thank the stars he's currently not scowling at you, but Irwin shrinks a bit back into his own cubicle.

"Taking advantage – Sir, I would never! It's an equal trade, and effective usage of resources. I do my part, they look it over, and the company thrives on our shared effort!" Irwin argues.

Barney huffs. "And does you precious coworker here ever ask you to look things over?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Because they actually do their job properly and on time. If you'd planned this better you would have more time to look it over, and you wouldn't have to waste their time with YOUR workload. Do better next time."

Barney’s reprimanding is as always deadly and precise.

Irwin's shoulders slump as he looks to the floor. "Yes, Sir."

"Honestly, it's not an issue, it doesn't take long to-" you start, but Barney cuts you off.

"That's not the point. Irwin still needs to learn how to plan his things. Don't let him off that easy," he stands up straight. "But that's not the thing I wanted to discuss with you two, actually. If you'd come with me for a moment."

Barney turns on his hooves and walks away without waiting for acknowledgment.

You share a look with Irwin, who shrugs, whispers 'uh-oh!', and cheerily steps after your manager. You follow suit.

Barney’s office is fairly simple, consisting only of a desk, his working computer, and a pair of chairs stacked in the corner. He motions for you and Irwin to pick one out and sit.

He sits opposite to you behind his desk.

"In light of current events, the head of our department has called for what they adequately call a “consensus strive”,” Barney does quotation marks in the air as he says it with a sour expression. “Something about developing the company team to function better as a group. Apparently, there's been something stuck in the gears between each department in the company. Blame thrown around, deliveries on projects not met, deadlines not kept, the general bad blood.

"So the heads have gotten together, and they propose a solution: Each department sends some representatives to speak of the going-ons at a shared company wide conference-trip," Barney eyes both of you. "And I want you two to go as representatives for us."

Silence hangs in the air for a bit, before Irwin lights up. "For real? That sounds – well, awesome! Fun, even."

Irwin looks to you for your reaction, but you can tell by the excited grip on the arm of his chair that he's already dead-set on going.

"What exactly does a conference-trip mean?" you ask.

"It means you will be going on a trip with other representatives of different departments of the company for 5 days," Barney explains. "There will be team-working activities, cross-department meetings, friendly competition and the works. It takes place in the mountain range just outside of town.”

Irwin deflates just a little bit. "5 days? Isn't that – I mean, a lot of work can be done in 5 days," he notes, gesturing toward the rest of the department. “You sure it’s fine without us for that long?”

Barney eyes him. "Appreciate the concern Irwin, but it would be a good look for the department," he smirks. "Don't worry about your workload – it'll be here when you return."

"I bet," Irwin sighs, and Barney chuckles.

You offer Irwin a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before turning to Barney. "Well thank you for the opportunity Sir, but I have to ask – why us?"

"Irwin’s current level of focus suggests he would better thrive elsewhere for a bit, and you seem the only one capable of keeping him somewhat in line," Barney replies with a nonchalant shrug. “’sides, it’ll be good for you to get out and get some fresh air.”

Considering you and Irwin are nowhere near the top of the food chain here, you get the feeling he deliberately avoids the word 'expendable'.

“So, you in?” Barney asks.

Irwin looks at you with a pleading expression. Well, you’re not one to turn down an offer like that.

“You got it, boss.”

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[carbonateddelusion]

BEHOLD!

Bug honse.

[altruistic-meme]

WIP friday, i guess. let's go!!!

here have some food. i am truly trying my hand out at some heavy hurt/comfort. we shall see if i ever finish and publish it

[seishun-emergency]

stares 5e ng+ au

HELLO... that one's short for "five eccentrics new game plus au" it's inspired by this dnd campaign i'm in. im not sure where my dm got the idea for the campaign from or if its an original one BUT anyways. fun little dnd au. i actually posted a prequel fic to that wip a while back... onto the snippet

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He stands from his desk, picking up his greatsword from where it rests against the wall. “How many?” he asks. 

“Four,” the boy replies quickly, one of his hands coming up to comb nervously through red hair. “I couldn’t see them all, but I think one is—” 

The boy says a name, but the syllables come out muffled, wrong, like he’s been submerged in water and left to parse out the name from the bubbles that rise to the top after. He frowns. “Speak clearly.”

The boy’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he obeys easily. The name is no clearer than it was seconds ago. 

The confusion, something, anything, must show on his face, because the boy opens his mouth to speak again. “Are you alright, —-niisan?” This time, he knows exactly which name should be there — and that makes it altogether more baffling, more concerning, when the words sift through his ears like sand through loose fingers, when he cannot remember what should replace these words trapped in bubbles of air. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

[marcmorrigan]

more WIP crops but icymi mariks choker is a) a reference to the one britney wore at the 2000 VMAs and b) has tiny millennium rods on it

[ecoamerica]

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[polyghostfacehours]

hiiii first time sending an ask here but I just wanted to let u know u seem like literally such a cool person and ur also a big inspiration for my writing!! absolutely immaculate stories I look forward to every time u post <33

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Wave anon ilu pls come here so I can smooch!

[supportive-editor]

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[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ chan edition

member: lee chan (dino) x gn! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, bullet points

word count: 714

summary: channie's boyfriend things <333

warnings: mentions of menstrual cycles & insulting in a loving way

author's note: hello! normally this is where i would be oops i'm getting back into writing but i'll be completely honest this time and say that i am completely falling out of love with it and i genuinely haven't opened a wip in so damn long. if i wasn't so far into this series, I definitely would not have finished it....i want to write more but it just might take me a while to find my love for it once again...thanks for still reading though <3 sorry this is so late, and I hope you enjoy reading!!!

Socially stupid bf <3 

If anyone sees you, they will always know that Chan is close behind 

Is so madly in love with you and doesn’t know how to live without you

Quality Time 

Loves taking you anywhere he goes, including dance practices or shopping 

Dinner dates are his thing - he’ll pull off the roses and candles and everything 

Constant texts when you can’t be together because of work or visiting family 

Such as hey i managed to find that sock that went missing in the laundry last week !! or how long do i put 12 pizza rolls in the microwave for 

Loves just being with you when you take part in your hobbies, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy them himself 

Gets worried that you’ll get angry with him because he’s always with you and knows that you need your alone time once in a while 

Words of Affirmation

Compliments you through jokes or insults type of boyfriend 

You’re all like “I love you,” and he’s like, “You wouldn’t if I was a worm though :(“ and then you roll your eyes because come on, how could someone not love Lee Chan

Always apologizes for things he doesn’t need to apologize for because he doesn’t want to upset you :((( 

I don’t think Chan would be a big fan of pet names, to be honest, but if he was, I think they would just be versions of your name :3 

Melts into a puddle when you compliment him because !!! you are complimenting him !!!! 

Basically he can dish out all the compliments, but the minute you try saying them back, he turns into a literal tomato because he’s embarrassed but also so madly in love 

Physical Touch

I think he is secretly one of the biggest cuddle bugs in svt and nobody can change my mind

When he laughs, he always manages to fall into you some way, whether that be resting his head on your shoulder or crumpling into you

Loves holding hands (especially in public) but not in a possessive way, more of a I constantly want to be around you kind of way 

And of course you love it because it’s Lee Chan and you love everything about him 

On the other hand, there are definitely days that he doesn’t feel confident in himself or that he deserves the love you give him :((( 

You know on those days that you need to show your affection and make the first moves yourself,,,he likes loving you, but sometimes he just needs to be shown that he can be loved too

Acts of Service 

I’m not going to lie, I struggled a bit with this category, because I feel it’s easier for Chan to say things rather than show it

He’s just not sure whether him making tea for you says “i love you” or “sup bro” and wants to make sure he gets the right message across 

Because of this, your relationship took a while to form because both of you cannot take a hint and were so convinced you didn’t like each other 

Absolutely loves helping you with literally everything: doing chores, studying, getting ready in the morning, as long as you are there with him, he doesn’t care and will do anything 

He doesn’t realize that what he does shows how much he loves you, he just thinks its normal to help you, and vice versa 

Sometimes you protest against his help but he’s just a BOY WHO IS IN LOVE let him do what he wants :( 

Gift Giving 

A huuuge fan of gift giving 

Will buy anything that you could ever want or need

Stuffed animals and snacks galore !!!! 

If you have menstrual cycles, he would totally be the type of boyfriend to go to the store and buy whatever products you need and surprise you with a bunch of snacks and treats throughout the week 

You of course also spoil him to the best of your ability and he loves it, but also always feels bad when you spend money on him in any way

Loves matching and customizable gifts !!! He likes to give you things that can make you laugh and remember a specific moment with him because he thinks it’s cute (and you think it’s sappy and adorable)

[tedsies]

Medieval Windenburg - Farming district complete!

With a couple of weeks gone by since I shared my completed Old Town district of Medieval Windenburg, I've now managed to reach another milestone - a second finished neighbourhood! This time, it's the rural farming area.

This district is largely comprised of peasant dwellings, but also includes a tavern and a stately home belonging to an important local family. These builds are all quite similar in style, but that's just because I think it makes sense for this area to feel quite uniform and cohesive.

As before, all builds are my own, but a special shoutout has to again go to @thesensemedieval for their amazing mod which changes the environment of Windenburg to appear more medieval (i.e. the roads, streetlights etc).

Anyway, here are some short descriptions to go with each build (in the order they are pictured):

Herbalist/midwife's cottage (picture 1) - a small home tucked away amongst a forested area, this is where the herbalist and her young protege reside. The barn that you see alongside their home is where they perform their 'rituals' and treat those who come seeking their aid. Whilst magic is outlawed in these times, most are willing to turn a blind eye if it means an improved chance of surviving childbirth or making a miraculous recovery from a sudden fatal illness.

Peasant's lakeside home (picture 2) - a humble abode situated on a small plot of land, surrounded on three sides by a lake. It has everything a small family might need to sustain themselves in medieval times, and (spoiler!) it may be where my own Sims begin their journey once I finally start playing in the save.

Journeyman's Tavern (picture 3) - a small tavern that doubles up as a dance hall/event space for the local community. A popular watering spot for those travelling in and out of the nearby city (hence its name), it also hosts a number of market stalls on its doorstep. Shopping and drinking - sounds like a perfect medieval day out!

Horse lover's haven (picture 4) - another quaint peasant home (you may recognise this as the WIP I shared a few weeks ago), but this time with a sizeable stable to house one or two horses. It again has everything a family would need to live off the land. I personally love this one.

Noble's mansion (picture 5) - a grand stately home belonging to the Lord and Lady Webb who oversee these rural lands on behalf of their good friend, the Duke of Windenburg. Whilst this house is huuuge (and as such is the only one I couldn't be bothered to furnish), its the heavily landscaped gardens which the owners take particular pride in.

Neighbouring farmers (picture 6) - two final peasant homes, who in their close proximity to one another agree to share a plot of land on which they both grow their food. These homes are small but cosy, and most importantly within stumbling distance of the local tavern!

So, what's next? I've recently been improving the Landgraab Keep lot I built a while ago, and once finished I'm torn between completing the rest of the island neighbourhood, or taking a break to actually start playing in the save. Hmmm... decisions, decisions!

[meatlessmcmuffin]

whattt haha what (huuuge wip)

[ashes-writing]

a w a k e | harry potter ; g.weasley

|| taglist, babes + rules/about + send ?s + masterlist wip + kinktober 22 ||

** Graphics & headers made by me, thanks to google and pinterest. This prompt comes from this list by sxcret-garden, huuuge thanks for their amazing prompt list. Go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡 ; 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕

Summary ;

---George Weasley loves to wake you up by burying his head between your thighs.

Pairing ;

George Weasley x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, oral sex (m.giving), body fluids, biting/marking, kissing, pet names, dirty talk -if you squint, George is giving v.v soft!dom here imo, finger fucking, teasing, a hint of edging. George is post Hogwarts here and so is reader.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my mcu taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@aurumbelis

@krys-orion

@multi-fandom-lover7667

@letsbedragonstogether

@scoobiessnacks

You’re rolled onto your back and the ginger in bed with you has you pinned beneath him in the blink of an eye, your hands pinned above your head against the pillow beneath you. You’re giggling when the warmth of his breath fans against your neck just before he bites down and follows the bite with the tenderest of kisses, you’re starting to squirm beneath him which in turn, makes the bed creak long and slow beneath your bodies. 

“Shh. You’ve got t’ be quiet, darling.” George is saying that you have to be quiet but the warm and humorous glint in big brown eyes suggests clearly that he wants anything but silence from you. His lips traverse down your neck. His free hand is caught in the hem of the shirt you’d stolen from him long ago and wear often to sleep and he’s pushing it up and out of his way. Once he’s moved away a little so you can sit up and then he’s pulled the shirt off, you’re pushed back against the mattress gently, a soft laugh leaving your lips because his hair’s grazed a ticklish spot on your mid section. 

“George.” you mumble quietly as his tongue outlines your navel, sending a shiver racing through your entire being. Your breath hangs in your throat as his teeth catch on the waistband of cotton panties, tugging them down as he growls up at you quietly. As he uses his teeth to tug down your panties, the further down your leg he goes, the more distracted he gets in the journey. Stopping for a minute too long on your inner thighs, his tongue dragging over soft and slick flesh, lips locking against a patch of it. You whimper before you can stop the sound and you feel his grin form against your skin. “George! Baby.” your whine shatters the silence of the bedroom and he pauses, glancing up at you. He makes his way back up your body, hooking a thin finger in the strappy sides of your underwear, tearing them out of the way with one tug. They settle on the bedroom floor and he settles his full weight into you, snickering at the sleepy little sigh of content you give at feeling his warmth and his weight against your body. 

His mouth crashes against yours until you’re left struggling to remember to breathe as he ruts himself against you and groans into the kiss. Chuckling as the kiss breaks and he pulls away, pressing his forehead down into yours for a few seconds. “You’re goin’ t’ drive me crazy, love.”

“Some would argue you’re already there, George.” you tease back gently. This gets you a soft nip to the top of your tits and he’s making his way back down your body again, settled between your thighs. His arms tucked beneath each of your thighs, spreading you open for him as he fixes his gaze on your pussy, already dripping. His tongue skims over your throbbing sex and you curl a hand in ginger hair, giving the gentlest of tugs to urge him onward. “Use your words, love. Tell me what you want.” he mumbles, the way his breath fans against your skin tickles so you giggle out the response, “George, baby.. Don’t… tease…” your eyes fluttering open and closed as his tongue drags over your clit, circling the bundle of nerves again, and then again, until you’re whining in need and trying to push at the top of his head to push his mouth down lower.

His hand clutches your hip, holding you against the bed and at his mercy, only he has none. His tongue is buried inside you now and while he’s using one hand to hold you flat, the other hand is in use, three fingers working you open as they fuck into you slow and deep. Playing you like you’re his favorite instrument and your whines and moans are his favorite song to hear.

“Oh!” your back arches up a little, your hand curling in shaggy ginger hair as  you tug at it and try anything you can think of to get the friction you’re craving just to hold off your orgasm a little bit longer. You’re trying so hard to hold back, to be quiet, to be a good girl for him that you’re practically shaking and you can feel tears as they sting at your eyes. 

George stops to gaze up at you, the way your cheeks flush and your tongue drags over pillowy lips as you rock yourself towards his every touch and movement. You’re getting that fucked out and dazed look in your eyes and he’s so turned on by it, rutting against the bed because he’s not sure how much longer he can stand it til he has to be buried to the hilt inside you. His fingers dig against soft and bare skin where he has his hand rested until you can feel ache settle in. He uses his grip to tilt your hips upward and he’s buried his tongue even deeper inside of you.

“The way you taste is my favorite thing in the world, woman.” he mutters, voice gravel and silk against your pussy as it throbs with need. “George, please!”

He chuckles, the sound against your cunt sending a pleasurable shiver racing through you as he mutters quietly, “Well alright love, I suppose if you just can’t wait…” granting you permission just in time because your orgasm is shattering you and you’re rocking yourself clumsy against his mouth as he starts to pull himself up your body, kissing every inch of skin between your cunt and your mouth before finally crashing his lips against yours, letting the taste of yourself fill your own mouth as he settles himself down into your body, pinning you below him and ruts himself against you just so that you can feel every.single.inch.. 

[tillman]

Ok this is still a huuuge wip but it at least has enough up i feel ok sharing it, my preservation website is now live! Its a huge mess right now, I still need to make separate pages for some of the ggear stuff and I need to transfer all the medieval stuff and and and BUT. Its got an ok bit so far :-).

[zaczarowanyflet]

hello— this is a sideblog for my ocs! i won’t be very active in here, this is just so i don’t have to scroll endlessly on my main blog for my oc stuff. i’ll probably post oc tidbits here too! huge huge wip for now. as you can see.

for those who are unfamiliar, my name’s ash!

my main blog (99% opera stuff, other stuff is mixed in) is @malusienki

my current oc stories:

#letters to maya - lilou (she/her) maya (she/they) vera (she/her)

#misc ocs : other ocs that either don’t have a story or are currently in a huuuge barebones wip

this includes : avery (he/him), affy (any), cecilia (she)

edit: i have a 2 furry ocs (not counting affy because i draw her as a human more anyway.) their names are cavatina and lyric. cava’s silken windhound and lyric’s an australian shepherd. i adore them to death. please look at them . thanks bye <3

[bbyquokka]

can we pleaseee get a part 2 were the reader dumps him and finds her true lover or get back together

heey !!

tysm for reading dead roses ‹3 i've seen ur comments n just wanna say a quick ty n that i appreciate it 🩷

as for a second part to the fic, i currently have no plans to continue it. majority of my time is being spent on uni assignments (especially now im towards the end) + i have too many wips to do n a huuuge piece im working on rn ! maybe sometime in the future, idk but as of rn, i dont plan on continuing it, sry :( ❤️‍🩹

[xx-vergil-xx]

as a huuuge fan of your fanfic, anything non-fannish you turn your hand to is gonna be spectacular 💚 intrigued and enticed by your wip list; particularly slaughterhouse 101 👀 -- luv, tumblr user monty whatifwekissedinthesawbathroom 💚

my guy right back at you ur style is sublime <3

slaughterhouse 101 asks the question: what if u had a one-sided codependent relationship with ur boss, who hit someone with a car? started this short story after watching just so much succession which i think will be blindingly obvious <3 it’s been thru so many rounds of edits and i still haven’t rounded it out tbh

“I need you to do this for me,” says Mercy. “Okay?”

She has some sort of small grain lodged between her right lateral incisor and her right canine. To regard Mercy’s physicality –– or really, any body’s lumbering, clammy insistence –– feels gauche. But when the waters of happenstance begin to tilt towards Charybdis, Russ finds it helpful. Such blunt truths –– lunch, loitering in the teeth –– are concrete bits of gravel to collect in his pockets, themselves immune to drowning. Like charms.

The sun sinks into its overblown tapestry of departure, its long and tawdry goodbye, red-eyed and bruising over the black tree line, and Mercy is unremitting, stood starkly on the double yellow lines of the road.

Russ has a knack for good graces, their securing and maintenance. The trick is to be the pipe cleaner, the mirror in an unobtrusive shirt. Distort and reflect until you are so indistinguishable from someone that their selfishness includes you by default –– that they’re as good to you as readily and unthinkingly as they might be good to themselves. Mercy sniffs out this quality in Russ early –– something about the heads on the pike comment must have clued her into his mind for homogeneity –– and now Russ is her unthreatening supply of extra limbs. Useful in the correct ways. So naturally a self-extension that her request, her demand, isn’t so much either of those things, but a line of executable, already executing, code.

It’s autumn, in the sense that the leaves are as painted up as the dusk, and it’s also some sort of corporate autumn, as Mercy has often implied. A post-harvest season of rising scarcity, in which phrases like “trim the fat” and “unsynced synergies” are exchanged. Russ looks at their current situation and wonders, sort of far off, how badly this might rank next to Watergate. If they might find themselves silverskin on the butcher’s block over something like this. The answer is obviously yes. The corollary: is it worth it?